Fortunately I have become better at parking the car over the past six years. Nothing like having a (1) sick child or (2) a nervous child because you're going to see the doctor and sit in a cluttered waiting room for 30 minutes before going to sit in a tiny exam room for 15 more and then comes the check-up---and getting him (and yourself) more agitated because there's no parking anywhere near, and the practice is located on a fairly busy street.
I know parking the car is a minor detail (and most of you who are reading this probably don't give it all the thought I am here). In going through the daily rounds with Charlie, often it's been those small features of every day life that become especially challenging. Necessity being the mother of invention, when the small detail must be done to get something else done for Charlie, I've steeled myself to do it, all while wishing we had a much smaller car and knowing we're not going to, as Charlie needs his legroom in the backseat.
He's just a quarter inch shy of being 5' 7", we found out today. At first I thought we'd have to forego measuring Charlie as, after a nurse had coaxed him to stand against the wall with his head beneath the measuring stick and feet together, he slid away and said "no, no" about doing that again. I suggested waiting till later to measure him and we went into the exam room. The nurse wanted to take Charlie's blood pressure but he has not been wanting to take off his jacket; I recalled how an attempt to have him to do this for the nurse at his new school had resulted in him becoming very upset and asked if we could wait on that too.
The nurse practitioner came in. We've taken Charlie to see her for the past couple of years after meeting all the doctors in the practice and she's been patient and very respectful of Charlie and his sensitivities. When Charlie received a number of vaccines a couple of years ago (these were the vaccines that he should have received when he was 5 but had not), she started asking me if I had concerns about the MMR or vaccines in general. I assured her that we had none, but really appreciated her asking.
She showed the same informed respect and compassion throughout yesterday's physical. She first asked me about Charlie's school placement; she remembered that we had moved specifically to have Charlie going to our town's public school autism program, and frowned when I told her about the past year. She was of course glad to hear that Charlie seems so far to be doing well at his new school, though regretting that his chances for social interactions with other children are much lessened (I did point out to her that his old public middle school did not make any such opportunities available). She wanted to try to measure his height again, but agreed to wait till the end of the appointment.
It all went very smoothly. She checked Charlie's eyes and ears, listened to him with the stethoscope (that made him giggle---guess he's still ticklish). She asked Charlie to take off his shoes and jacket and he did, and let himself be measure, weighed, and have his blood pressure taken. At that point, the nurse practitioner noted that Charlie needed two vaccinations (tetanus and Hepatitis A). I said sure, mentally noting that if it didn't happen, we could come back---a far real change of attitude from when Charlie was younger and the thought of having to bring him back to the doctor evoked plenty of panic. She brought in the two syringes, I touched more than held Charlie's hands. He didn't flinch at the first vaccine (the nurse practitioner is very fast) and then said "no" and pulled away his arm for the second. I placed my fingertips very gently on his and before we knew it, the nurse practitioner had administered the vaccine and we went out to the white car.
Which I had parallel parked a few feet away, in front of the doctor's office.